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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fire_Emblem:_If_|_Fire_Emblem:_Fates, Fire_Emblem_Series
  Relationship:
      Charlotte/My_Unit_|_Avatar
  Character:
      Charlotte_(Fire_Emblem), My_Unit_|_Avatar_(Fire_Emblem:_Fates), Male_My
      Unit_|_Avatar_(Fire_Emblem:_Fates)
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Gags, Maledom, Femsub, Maledom/Femsub, Orgasm_Delay, Orgasm_Denial,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Chastity_Device, Flogging, Whipping, Spanking, Hair-
      pulling, Dirty_Talk, Cute, Fluffy_Ending, Fluff, Married_Sex, Fluff_and
      Smut, Nohr_|_Conquest_Route, just_two_newlyweds_fuckin_like_rabbits,
      nothin_to_see_here_fam
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Black_Prince_of_Nohr
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-25 Words: 2879
****** My Lovely Captor ******
by BoydTheReaver
Summary
     Jude and Charlotte’s sex life never got dull. Their escapades in the
     otherwise-vacant Prison proves that.
Notes
     A reboot of an Avatar/Charlotte smutfic I was disappointed by. Enjoy!
     Appearance of Jude:
     Link: https://serenesforest.net/app/kamui/
     Build: Male 2
     Face: 4
     Hair: 1
     Hair Color: 2
     Voice: Yuri Lowenthal
While there isn’t a sun to accompany the otherworldly realm that Castle
Shadowhearth resides in, the Nohrian Army knows all too well about the time
cycles. When the sky is a bright baby blue, everyone got up and performed their
duties. When the azure color became deeper, everyone began training. When the
sky becomes a bright orange, everyone was on respite. And when the sky turned a
dark blue with twinkling stars, then everyone knew it was time to retire for
the night.
Jude knew all too well of this systematic approach, and exploited it to the
best of his ability. Of course, it wasn’t as if the 17-year old Nohrian Prince
was doing anything suspicious; he consistently makes it clear that his loyalty
is genuine. However, with everyone asleep at this given time, Jude saw it as a
perfect opportunity to pay a visit to Charlotte.
The funny thing is that Charlotte – his 19-year old wife and comrade-in-arms –
wasn’t residing in the Private Quarters like she usually does. In fact, she was
currently present in the long-vacant Prison of the castle. As Jude waltzed pass
the Prison gates and down the stone-laden hallway, he couldn’t help but fondly
recall all the strange looks his decision had; if there were no prisoners to
capture, then what’s the point in holding a prison? What sense did it make to
create additional maintenance costs when you weren’t going to host prisoners
here?
It made logical sense to Jude. As he opened a steel door, it became obvious why
he thought that.
Inside the cubic cell hung Charlotte, stripped naked, gagged and with her arms
and legs bound with ropes. Her legs were tied to a wooden table while her chest
was suspended mid-air – to accompany these deviant restraints, the Berserker
was silenced with a harness ballgag, on top of being collared with a leather
choker. Arguably the most insidious of these devices, however, was a steel
chastity belt covering her entire groinal region, all with a pink vibrator egg
slid into her anus. In this state, Charlotte was well and truly helpless before
her master, and she was extremely glad to see said master before her again.
Charlotte weakly mewled into the gag, a far cry from the otherwise boisterous
and confident young woman. As Jude’s eyes darted around Charlotte’s body, the
reason for this became clear: she had been deprived orgasm for the entire day,
rendering her desperate for release. It was actually kind of cute; the normally
hot-blooded and coarse Berserker was rendered to a tearful, shuddering mess of
hormones, staring at her captor in a way that all but stated “please.”
This was going to be fun, Jude though with a smirk.
After circling around her like a vulture upon its prey, Jude finally made the
decision to strip down. As he discarded his dark, ebon armor, he felt cool air
touch his body, finally culminating with the removal of his boxers. Just as
Charlotte’s breasts danced and heaved with every gasp of air, Jude’s penis
stood well on its own. The major difference was that he had the most self-
restraint between both of them.
Jude suddenly jumped onto Charlotte’s suspended backside and began playing with
her large, bouncy D-cup chest. His long, Caucasian fingers groped and pawed at
every given opportunity, causing low, stifled moans from the receptive partner.
Jude craned his head towards Charlotte’s left ear, and he began whispering
naughty, sensual things into her ear.
“Well, how have you been this time, you filthy girl? Comfortable?” Jude softly
whispered before sinking his small draconic fangs into Charlotte’s neck. The
Nohrian Prince chuckled as he heard the girl sharply gasp at this sudden
invasion. “Do you want me to stick my dick in you like the slutty bitch you
are?”
Charlotte softly moaned at these demeaning words, all while rapidly nodding for
Jude to remove the chastity device. Charlotte knew that Jude would never say
anything like that in an abusive sense; both participants loved each other too
dearly to stoop so low. The matter was that Charlotte was too damn excited by
this sensual torture to protest. She just wanted Jude to fuck her brains out,
if he could hurry up and take off the damn chastity belt.
The irony was that Charlotte wasn’t always into such sensual torture; for a
long time, she though such sadomasochistic intercourse was not at all to her
liking. She even turned down her fair share of men for that reason, at least
back in her old man-hunting days. As Jude and Charlotte genuinely fell in love,
however, the buxom Berserker trusted him enough to try this thing out. Now that
they had a taste of it, Charlotte wonder just how goddamn long she’s been
missing out on this.
After spending a good minute fondling the buxom Berserker, Jude turned his
attention to the steel chastity belt locked on her entrance. Jude could tell
from a single glance that the young girl needed stimulation, considering the
amount of sweat and vaginal leakage surrounding the device. It was actually
rather amusing, especially with Charlotte’s muffled whining filling the cell.
She was adorable when she did that.
Regardless, Jude took a key from his discarded outfit’s pocket. Without much
delay, he opened up the steel encasement, giving an incredibly clear view of
the young girl’s soaked womanhood: her entrance was slick with clear fluids,
and all the signs of an aroused sexual organ were present, especially with the
ultra-sensitive nub located on the tip of her entrance.
As soon as the young captive felt cool air touch her sexual organ, Charlotte
loudly whinnied into the wiffle ball. After a brief shudder encompassing it,
she then craned her neck to see what her Prince was doing next: placing his
bare hands on her butt cheeks and lowering himself down to her entrances’
level.
“Heh, look at you! You’re literally soaking wet!” Jude casually remarked, a
mischievous grin still plastered on his face. “I guess I’m to blame for that,
aren’t I? Waiting for so long for someone to stick a nice, hard cock in you…
that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Ggrrrmph… nnnnf!” Charlotte bobbed her head up and down in approval, her large
chest bouncing with it. Her mind was overridden with a primal desire for
release, something she’s be denied for an entire day no less; at this point,
she would go as far to beg for her master to pleasure her.
“Heh.” Jude chuckled in amusement at the young girl’s eagerness. It was without
doubt that Jude was doing this out of Charlotte’s own wishes. He’d never do or
say such degrading words and actions without her consent: Jude’s only doing
this because Charlotte enjoys this kind of intercourse, and as long as he was
making his lover content and happy, then he was more than happy to do this.
“Now then…” Jude whispered, grinning all the while. Suddenly, he brought his
face closer to Charlotte’s entrance: he smelled the sweet, intoxicating scent
emanating from her pink walls, all while said entrance had fluids rushing
outwards. At this point, the Nohrian Prince couldn’t help himself; his tongue
proceeded to brush against the sexual organ in an upward fashion.
And Charlotte lost it.
Before that point, the buxom Berserker has some control over her mental
faculties. She could at least think straight, even with the desire for pleasure
pulsing in her head. But the second Jude began eating her out, Charlotte lost
any mental restraint she had: the cold jail cell became filled with hearty
moans and stifled gasps. She felt filthy and alive, and she let all of her
primal emotions run wild.
With every passing moment, Charlotte let out cute, incoherent gasps and
whimpers. She felt like she left her mortal body and ascended into a higher
plane of existence. It showed in her body language too: Charlotte’s ample chest
heaved and bounced with every sensual spot touched, her hips buckling every
time Jude’s draconic tongue went over her clitoris. She completely gave way to
her master, and she loved every second of it.
As time went on, Charlotte felt her moans gets louder and louder until they
became loud squeals. Every part of her body cried for orgasm in every way, from
thrashing and crying, to jolting and throbbing. Any sort of coherence the
Berserker had was lost at this point: she only desired Jude to fuck her
goddamned brains out, and let nothing come between that desire.
Sadly, all things have to come to an end at some point: in this case, it was
Jude denying her wife the right to release herself. As soon as Jude’s tongue
left Charlotte’s saliva-strewn entrance, the girl let loose a rather pathetic
whimper echoing throughout the jail cell. This simply made the Nohrian Prince
grin: he wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.
“Did you actually think I was going to let you cum that easily?” Jude whispered
with some additional malice in his voice. He then raised his body and stood on
his own, but not before yanking the blonde submissive’s long, curly hair.
Charlotte gasped loudly at this sudden motion, yet this only further excited
her in a way that all-but spelt “masochism.”
“You wanna know what I like to hear, dirty girl?” Jude huskily whispered. “I
like to hear you scream… I like to hear your cries of pain and pleasure echoing
throughout the entire fucking prison. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmph! Gnnnf!” Charlotte bounded her head up and down in confirmation, her
chest throbbing all the while. To hell with what other people would think of
her: Charlotte felt alive, and there was nothing else she wanted more than to
be at the mercy of her master.
“Heh… what a dirty little bitch you are. It’s actually kinda cute.” Jude
grinned before giving her left butt cheek a hard whack, causing the girl to
yelp loudly. This only further enticed her, however: soon enough, she was
wiggling her behind for more pain, almost as if to entice Jude to punish her
more.
Jude chuckled wryly at this sudden gesture. It wasn’t really the idea of
Charlotte wiggling her ass that made him snicker, but it was the idea of
Charlotte wanting more punishment. The Nohrian Princes wouldn’t have been able
to guess that the buxom Berserker enjoyed it when she was tormented in such a
fashion, especially given how confident she can be. But life is full of
enjoyment, so why wait?
After taking a quick second to recollect this fact, Jude went to a wooden chest
located on the opposite corner from where his discarded armor was. After
opening it, he made sure that his captive saw what he had in his hands: a
flogger, made from the finest brown leather one could buy.
“You deserve to be punished, you dirty little girl…” Jude chuckled. “…after
all, such promiscuous behavior simply must be dealt with…” Without stopping for
a moment, Jude flicked the flogger onto Charlotte’s white, milky behind, only
continuing from there.
Charlotte gnawed at the red wiffle ball, mewling incoherent sounds as her
master flogged her behind. As the whipping evolved in pace and intensity,
however, her whimpers evolved into loud moans of stimulated pleasure. Her eyes
fluttered as she felt the leather come into contact with her posterior again
and again, being unable to do anything but wail in an erotic fashion; she
wouldn’t have it any other way either.
“Haha, such a naughty little slut…” As Jude continued flogging the young girl,
his targets changed as well. Soon afterwards, the buxom captive felt the
leather slap against her large, bouncy breasts, along with her backside and
even her wet, dripping entrance. After a good ten minutes of whipping, almost
every part of Charlotte’s body was laced in red marks.
As Charlotte’s moans intensified, so did Jude’s advances: he dropped the
flogger midway to yank his captive’s hair and give her entrance a few light
smacks.
That was when Charlotte broke.
Even as she moaned and wailed, Charlotte still tried her best to keep her
muffled cries down; she didn’t want anyone barging in, after all. Yet the
second Charlotte felt Jude’s sweaty palm slap her vagina, she couldn’t restrain
herself.
Twitching restraints.
Convulsing muscles.
Erotic squeals.
By the time Jude finished punishing her, the buxom captive slumped onto the
table, her breathing rough and ragged. Her large chest heaved and throbbed,
while her entrance was literally soaking wet at this point. She had a glazed
expression on her face, one partially of defeat and partially of pleasure. But
possibly most of all, Charlotte wailed a muffled cry, over and over in her
dazed stat.
It was almost as if she was saying “please.”
Jude’s “maledom” persona faltered as soon as he saw Charlotte sobbing lightly
as she pleaded. Having married her, Jude knew when Charlotte was genuinely
crying and when she wasn’t. When she bit her lips and clenched her fists, that
was when he knew the party was over. As much as he enjoyed doing this to his
wife, he couldn’t bring himself to harm her without her say-so.
Surely enough, Jude removed the ballgag harness from his wife’s mouth, clearly
concerned about her well-being. “Hey… am I going too far? If you want me to, we
can just sto-“
“N-No… please, Jude… p-please…”
“Huh?”
“Please,” Charlotte gasped. “Please fuck me… I need it. Ple – mmmuf?!”
Charlotte was once again silenced with the gag, Jude smiling all the while.
“Heh… well if it’s what you want… I guess I can give it to you.” Jude winked
before he circled around back to the treasure chest. After opening the chest,
he took out some lubricant stored at the bottom corner of the oaken chest.
Jude, for as much as he enjoyed doing this to Charlotte, wasn’t one to prolong
one’s suffering. Sure, he does like denying orgasm as much as the next dom, but
even he has a limit for how long he has to prolong an orgasm. Charlotte mewled
happily as she saw Jude apply lubricant onto his rock-hard shaft, stroking it
all the while. Finally, he positioned himself behind his wife, his hands
gripping on her backside.
He then slid his shaft into Charlotte’s anus.
The buxom Berserker sharply gasped as she felt Jude’s shaft probe her behind,
but what followed was a cascade of hearty moans and stimulated squeals.
Charlotte completely lost herself in that one moment, letting hormonal desire
take control of her every thought processes. Almost subconsciously, she felt
her hips hungrily push onto Jude’s penis.
Jude smirked, letting primal emotion control him as well. “Well? How does it
feel?” He whispers, grunting as he pushed in and out of the girl. “It feel
great, doesn’t it? Just remember this, you dirty girl: you belong to me; you’re
my dirty bitch, and I’ll use you whenever I damn well please. Remember that!”
With those final words spoken, Jude sped himself up. Charlotte’s loud moans
evolved into erotic, muffled screams, both participants slamming into each
other. Even Jude wasn’t immune to such pleasure; hearing Charlotte’s loud moans
was enough to make him softly gasp as well, even grunting as he continued to
fornicate his wife.
Soon afterwards, both dominant and submissive were more than ready to orgasm;
Charlotte’s eyes were once again rolled to the back of her head, her entire
body giving way to her master. Jude wasn’t immune to this either, with his
cheeks flushing and his soft moans becoming even louder. Both parties were in
complete and utter nirvana, pleasuring each other in almost otherworldly ways.
And almost like that, Jude felt his semen shoot into her anus, grunting all the
while. Charlotte loudly howled as she felt fluids rush out of her entrance, her
hips buckling and heaving all the while. Soon enough, Jude fell on top of his
lover, clearly exhausted by the vigorous intercourse.
After sliding his now-limp penis out of Charlotte’s anus, the Nohrian prince
went over to Charlotte, removing her gag all the while. The buxom berserker was
still gasping for air, completely blown over by everything she felt at that
moment. It was actually kind of cute.
“Well?” Jude smiled warmly, cupping his lover’s cheek with his right hand.
“That felt great, didn’t it?”
“I… I am never… letting you do… that to me… ever… again.” Charlotte muttered,
still breathing for air. “Not at least for an entire week you… you-“
It was then Charlotte felt Jude’s lips press against her own. Her eyes widen
with this sudden action, but it wasn’t as if she was complaining. Soon enough,
she freely let the Nohrian Prince’s tongue swirl with her own.
Even after all the orgasm denial and power play, Jude and Charlotte still loved
each other as any married couple would. Even with how… unique their sex life
can become, one thing was present and possibly will always be present: they
loved each other, and nothing – fate and circumstance be damned – would be able
to change that.
After parting with each other’s lips. Jude grinned. “Savage? Brute? Handsome
devil?” Charlotte simply giggled at these names.
“A combination of all three, my lovely captor.”
Fin
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